“What would happen if you weren’t fucked up anymore?”
Notes to Self are longer journal entries from Seven Yrs Ago. Read Sticky, “conscious effort counts” for snipped poetry. I was 20 in early 2014.
You connected with these people at a time when you were really fucked up and it was that same fucked upness that broke you guys apart—on your side cause you didn’t see the worth in working it out.
What would happen if you weren’t fucked up anymore? Would that give you the chance to reconnect with them again at a closer level or do you find new, less fucked up people?
Or will your opinion be so open that the oldness and the newness of the people won’t matter?
For commentary seven years later, go here.